Rong Qingqing's lips twitched, thinking she had misheard.
What do you mean by giving her a chance and inviting her to dinner?
How could she possibly turn down such an opportunity? And she even spoke with the tone of bestowing a favor!
Moreover, she was afraid she would have indigestion from facing his cold face.
"My lord, I really wanted to invite you to dinner, but I don't have any money on me today. How about another day..."
Xie Jingrun frowned and stared at her. "Rong Qingqing, are you reluctant to spend money?"
"How could that be? The Marquis has been kind to me. I would give him gold as well, let alone silver," Rong Qingqing said against her will.
Xie Jingrun scoffed, but didn't expose her. Instead, he said, "The food outside isn't very clean anyway. Since you didn't bring any money, I'll give you a chance to cook. You can eat at the manor."
Rong Qingqing: "..." Her smile was stiff. "It's my honor that the Marquis doesn't mind my cooking."
"Good to know. Hurry back and cook. I'll be back in a bit," Xie Jingrun urged.
"Oh." Rong Qingqing took a few steps with Tao'er before realizing that his words and tone were so strange.
The way he was talking sounded like he was urging his wife to come home and cook.
Thinking of this, she bit her lip and glanced back at him.
Xie Jingrun had already mounted his horse and was about to pull the reins when he suddenly saw her turn her head and look at him with a conflicted expression.
He paused for a moment, then, as if remembering something, a hint of unease flashed across his handsome face. "I'm not used to sharing rides with others, so you should give up on that idea."
Rong Qingqing: "..."
When did she ever express a desire to ride with him?
Is this man overthinking things, or does he have delusions?
Even if you offered her gold, she wouldn't want to ride with him.
Before she could speak, Xie Jingrun said first, "No dawdling. You have fifteen minutes. Go back to the manor immediately and have the meal ready by noon." With that, he disappeared into the distance.
Rong Qingqing's face was gloomy.
This jerk, is he using her as a cook?
She intended to delay her return, but then she remembered that this guy was not someone to be trifled with, so she had no choice but to take Tao'er and hurriedly return to the Marquis of Weiyuan's residence.
Back at Qinfang Garden, she first settled Tao'er in before starting to cook lunch.
She only cooked three dishes and a soup for the two of them.
Just as the dishes were placed on the table, Xie Jingrun walked in from outside right on time.
Seeing that he came back so promptly, Rong Qingqing's lips twitched. Could this guy have deliberately come back for dinner right on time?
Is he a complete idiot?
Why are you thinking about food all the time?
She was internally cursing, but on the surface she smiled and said, "My lord, you've come back just in time. The dishes have just been prepared. Please have a seat."
Xie Jingrun glanced at her, untied the embroidered spring knife from his waist, put it aside, and then sat down at the table.
Seeing this, Rong Qingqing secretly pursed her lips. This guy didn't even go back to the courtyard first, and ran to the front hall. Was he trying to find fault with her, or was he really hungry?
She quietly served him a bowl of corn and pork rib soup.
"My lord, I've been simmering this soup for almost half an hour. The ribs are tender, and it tastes pretty good. Please try it."
Xie Jingrun picked up the bowl and took a sip of the soup. He found that the soup was indeed very delicious. The ingredients were simple, but the soup was surprisingly delicious. It was no worse than what the imperial chefs in the palace made.
Rong Qingqing lowered her head to drink her soup while secretly keeping an eye on his movements.
Thinking that this guy might really lose his temper, she sped up her eating; she needed to finish quickly and leave as soon as possible.
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